I will try it anyhow." Vincent filled the little tin mug and handed it to the officer.

As he lifted his face to do so there was a sudden exclamation: "Vincent Wingfield!" and another officer, drawing his sword, attacked him furiously, shouting, "A spy! Seize him! A Confederate spy!" Vincent recognized with astonishment, in the Federal officer rushing at him with uplifted sword, his old antagonist, Jackson.

Almost instinctively he whirled the can, which was still half full of liquor, round his head and dashed it full in the face of his antagonist, who was knocked off his feet by the blow.

With a yell of rage he started up again and rushed at Vincent.

The latter snatched up a shovel that was lying close by and stood his ground.